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What it’s like to be a dad at a One Direction concert
If you ever wondered what it’s like to be a dad at a One Direction concert, take a gander at some of these photos shot and posted by Vice West Coast editor Jamie Taete on his Instagram. They made me smile!
End Marmite neglect
Have you seen this?
I’ll admit I might be getting a visit shortly. I find that American toast is a sad sort of substitute for the kind of perfect British bread that had served as the every day vehicle for Marmite spread on our visit to the U.K. this spring.
Is your Marmite well kept or does it need to be freed?
Thanks to Lillie for the email!
Where are you in line to the throne?
Now that the U.K.’s future king is here (third in line to the throne, you know), it begs the question: Where am I in line to the throne?
Well, wonder no more! Try this “Where am I in line to the throne” calculator.
I am apparently 12 millionth to the throne. (No big surprise there.) How about you?
Thanks to Mike from StandoutCVs.com for sending me this link!
25 reasons why we love Scotland
I loved this list of 25 reasons why Thepoke.com loves Scotland. Probably NSFW or for anyone who is easily offended by bad language, rude photos, etc.
Stay tuned tomorrow for the most awesome list of things that Brits do better than everyone else!
30 Very British Problems
I’ve blogged before about my love for Very British Problems on Twitter. Buzzfeed has compiled the top 30 Very British Problems.
I’m particularly prone to #8, #15 and #18. How about you?
Sorry, but do you speak English?
I stumbled upon this wonderful essay, “Sorry, but do you speak English?” by Terry Eagleton in last weekend’s
“Wall Street Journal.”
He’s just published “Across the Pond: An Englishman’s View of America”, a humorous look at America from an Englishman’s point of view. He writes:
“Not long ago, an American friend was driving rather too vigorously in the west of Ireland when he was pulled over by a Gard (police officer). “What would happen if you were to run into Mr. Fog?” the Gard inquired gruffly in his thick Irish brogue. Stung by this patronizing query, my friend replied with heavy sarcasm, “Well, I guess I’d put Mr. Foot on Mr. Brake.” Whereupon the officer stared at him rather strangely and growled, “I said mist or fog.”
My friend, as it happens, is an anthropologist. For one enthralling moment he thought he had stumbled upon a tribe in the west of Ireland which personified aspects of the weather, speaking of Mrs. Hailstorm, Master Sunshine and so on. But it was just another case of international miscommunication.
Thou art a mad double villain
I’m really digging Shakespeare’s Insult Generator.
Try it out and tell me what you get. Let there be an insult!
(I’m sure that Will Shakespeare is rolling in his grave right about now).










